Silken, sly and deft as a cephalopod in a glass maze, it sneaks tendrils through the cracks. Wispy as smoke, with that same fluid congruence, those sneaking filaments flutter in cosmic breezes it longs to feel against its back. There is no room yet for escape, only for a tasting of the worlds. A scent. […]

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